A language is something infinitely greater than grammar and philology. It is the poetic testament of the genius of a race and a culture, and the living embodiment of the thoughts and fancies that have moulded them.
The light has gone out of our lives.Yet I am wrong, for the light that shone in this country was no ordinary light. and a thousand years later that light will still be seen in this country and the world will see it. For that light represented the living truth.
Blood and tears are going to be our lot, whether we like them or not. Our blood and tears will flow; maybe the parched soil of India needs them so that the fine flower of freedom may grow again.
